Lauara Sii Poems

I miss poking the side of your face with my fingers, to where your dimple is.
I miss talking to you and reciting my ridiculous stories, with questions to be answered.
I miss your tight hugs and kisses that start on my forehead and cheeks, to find their way on to my lips.
I miss the way your arms fit around my body, and the warmth that comes with.
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I hear a beat, it sounds like a steady drum
It warms my face, like the summer sun
I breathe in the smell of spring time
As I feel the ridges and the dips, like mountains
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And every night it's the same old dream
It makes me smile and leaves me feeling warm
It's the dream of you and me
It's the dream of you loving me to your fullest
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